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Castiel wasn’t sure how this became his life. He was an angel, a soldier of heaven, at one point he was God’s favorite angel, for a brief moment he was God. Now he was standing in the kitchen of a secret underground bunker, staring at the items in front of him. It was currently almost 3 in the morning, and Castiel wasn’t sure why now of all times he decided to try and bake a pie for Dean. Probably because Sam and Dean were both asleep and weren’t there to witness the train wreck about to happen.
Castiel was happy that he opted for a store bought piecrust instead of making his own. Now he just had to make the filling. Which was proving to be tough enough in itself. He had cut up the apples with minimal problems, only one tiny cut that he healed with no problem. It was measuring and mixing that was becoming the problem. Every time he mixed, he spilled something over the side of the bowl.
He didn’t know that making a pie would be so messy or difficult. By the time he got it into the oven it was after 3:30. Castiel sat the timer on the oven, according to the directions and sat down at the table. Castiel was really questioning his choices on how he spent the nights now. Normally he sat in the library and read through the several books there was to offer. Recently Dean had introduced him to Netflix, and now he spent many nights watching shows the brothers or others recommended to him through the years.
“Cas, what the hell are you doing?” Dean asked, entering the kitchen, still mostly asleep.
“Nothing Dean. Go back to bed.”
“No, you’re in my kitchen, clearly making something. Just tell me what it is.”
“Fine Dean. I wanted to try and learn to cook, so I’m making a pie. Are you happy now?” Castiel turned so he could not longer see his face.
“At 3 in the morning?”
“Well you and your brother were sleeping, so if I messed up you guys would never know. I could make it all disappear before either of you woke up.” Cas knew he was blushing but refused to look back at Dean to show that he was.
“Do you want help?” Dean asked, now feeling more awake.
“No thank you Dean. I have it finished it just need to cook now. You can go back to bed, we’ll have pie later, when it’s an acceptable to have pie.” Castiel looked at the timer he had set to see how much longer until the pie would be ready.
“Cas it’s me, it’s always an acceptable time to have pie.” Dean sat himself down at the table and watched Cas fidget beside the stove.
Cas decided to pass the time washing the dishes he dirtied and the counter. He refused to look back at where Dean was sitting at the table. He kept himself busy while the pie baked, he heard Dean get up and start making coffee on the other side of the counter. Castiel was deep in thought when the timer beeped, causing him to jump. Dean snorted behind him but Castiel chose to ignore him. Cas took to pit out of the oven and sat it on the counter.
“That looks and smells delicious.” Dean tried to poke his finger into the top crust of the pie.
“Don’t even think about it.” Castiel said slapping Dean’s hand away from the pie.
“You made me pie, I want to eat it.” Dean pouted, already having a cup of coffee ready to drink.
“Wait for it to cool a bit. Get the ice cream out of the freezer and put some in two bowls, I’ll get you pie when its’ ready.” Cas poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot Dean had made.
“Dude you made ice cream too?” Dean exclaimed pulling the glass container from the freezer.
“Yes Dean.” Castiel grabbed a knife out of the drawer and started to cut the pie. He put a piece on two plates and carried them over to the table where Dean was sitting at the table.
Castiel didn’t say anything just sat a plate down in front of Dean, before sitting down himself. He didn’t need to eat and he knew the pie and ice cream probably wouldn’t taste like anything to him but he decided to try it anyway, especially after seeing how happy Dean was with it. Castiel watching Dean eat the pie, hardly breathing between bites. He all but licked the plate when he was done with his pie, Castiel’s still sitting uneaten on his plate, ice cream slowly melting.
“Are you going to eat that?” Dean asked, pointing at Cas’ untouched plate with his fork.
“No, here.” Castiel pushed the plate across the table for Dean.
“Man if this is how you bake, you’ll have to bake me more pies.” Dean said through a mouthful of pie and ice cream.
“Whatever you want Dean.’ Castiel took dean’s discarded plate over to the sink and cleaned it. Dean finished his other plate of pie and took it over to the sink where Cat was still scrubbing the already clean plate.
“Thanks Cas for the pie.” Dean clapped Cas in the shoulder, turning to leave.
“You’re welcome Dean. I’ll wrap it up and put it away for later.”
“Thanks Cas, really.”
Cas watched Dean walk out of the kitchen, probably back to his room. Castiel finished cleaning up the kitchen, putting the pie away and dumping out any undrank coffee. Once the kitchen was cleaned and Castiel checked the clock and realized that it was now after 4 in the morning he went back to his normal night time routine, reading in the library, but this time with a small piece of pie and ice cream with him.